Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Strange Love


I used to work at a coffee shop downtown, and on my last night two drunk guys walked by and we started talking as I swept outside. I told them it was my last night and I was going to start at another coffee shop soon, and told them the neighbourhood.

A few weeks later at my new job, the guys came in and gave me this card. How they found me, I'm still not sure.

Odd. Stalkerish. Sweet? Your call.

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